Addison Mae Novels & Stories

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

I breathed, “Everything looks so good.” “You have to make a choice though,” another voice chimed in, catching my attention as I snapped in their direction. Meeting the smiling face of a young lady not too far from Axel himself. “Only after you make a choice, can we bring your design to life!” What? Confused, “I don’t understand” “Oh, I’m sorry!” the young lady gushed, apologizing. “I am Mae and I’d love to be your seamstress!” I blinked. “wait, what?”

"Caden Gallen, Kaiya Wilson, Gretchen Everton ....and finally…." I wondered who else could qualify to be here and then I got the shock of my life. "Maeve Edgar."

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

She said as she stomped to the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. The worst part about this is that she has to go to the wedding. Hundreds of photographers and media personnel are going to be there. Danika has to present herself as the perfect daughter, she doesn’t want her family to be in a gossip column like the Kardashians. I didn’t know how to help her out now that we aren’t together anymore. I don’t know what the rules are. I don’t know if I can still tell her if doing something is a good idea or not. Like agreeing to help her mother out with the seating arrangement at the wedding.

Owen's pov It was obvious from the look on the alpha's face that he didn't want us near the mysterious woman that had me and my brothers weak in the knees and that pissed me off because his mate was sitting on her knees right next to him. I was confused as to why he was acting as if he and she was an item, my wolf growled at the thought of his mate with another man. Axel turned to her and asked her, her name, in which she only replied it was not important right now and there were bigger things to concentrate on. Raising my left eyebrow I looked her over from head to toe, she had blood covering her but it didn't look like it was her blood, a small smear of blood was on her cheek and I was afr

I went up to my room to change, a pair of clothes I'd bought at a thrift store so I could look for a job folded on top of the desk, ready to be put on, I put them on and ran downstairs, feeling more and more hopeful. Bob explained to me on the way about the company his daughter worked for, and this made me very excited. It was a very famous cosmetics company, Make-Pró. It was a new brand, about five years old, but it was highly promising, many bloggers were talking about it, and I had her entire collection of lipsticks in my purse, which was cowardly stolen as soon as we arrived at the house Bob had given us in the Bronx.

No matter how much she understands and adjusts, in fact Megan is still fixated on what happened to her. Her days are nothing but trying to be a girl like Ann doing homework, while occasionally visiting plantations or ports. She missed the morning where the first thing she did was check the timeline on every social media account she had.

Our parents had been close so Kai and I had spent a lot of time together as kids. Things changed as we got older. Kai was popular at school, partially because he would be Alpha but also because he was devastatingly handsome. He was tall with tanned skin, dark hair and emerald green eyes. I, on the other hand was a nobody. I guess you could say I was attractive, when I actually tried to be. I was average height for a girl and curvy. I had long chestnut colored hair and honey eyes. I didn’t wear makeup, I couldn’t afford it. I didn’t wear fancy clothes like the other girls. People didn’t notice me and I was more than happy to keep my head down and blend in.

Figure it out. What does that mean? You look like Spencer. You walk, talk, and act like Spencer. Walk, talk, and act? The date is March 4th, I’m speaking with Adelaide Watson. Addy, as she likes to be called, is 15 years old. She’s having bad dreams in which she’s chased by an unknown assailant. Addy, can you walk us through it?